Black Lung

Sugar, tea and mutton, flour
Clotted cream and blood and power
Even dreaming makes you sour
See the pearly gates from the water tower

Give me sweet sweet nothing
Whispered with a forked tongue
I'm 35 and I might start larping
If I shake this black, black lung

Fall in circles in the yard
Don't speak without my mask
Fighting fire to a void
Coke Zeros for the boys

All that's left here is gold
All that glitters is free



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Roland Allbrook, Jay Watson, Joseph Ryan, James Terry, James Ireland
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